Max’s Awakening #12

by craigpnifty@protonmail.com

 

Authors notes:

Our story continues from the end of Max’s birthday weekend.

Apologies (again) for not getting these chapters out faster.  I’m trying! Honest!

Also, as I mentioned it in my last installment of Max’s Freudian Slip, I took a brief break from Max’s adventures to write a new story. Here is a link if you need something to read while I prepare the next chapter:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/solstice-seed.html

 

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Chapter 12 – Reconnecting with Noah

My elation and excitement from Craig’s surprise ended up being doused pretty quick with the realization that I, Max Coleman, had been kind of an asshole to a couple of the most important people in my life.     

Let me explain.  After Craig and his wife left, I was still totally jazzed about the trip to Mexico.  I figured Craig had something special for my birthday, but I would have never guessed it was this good!  Oh man!  A trip to fucking Mexico.  Wow!  I was still jumping around all over the house and rambling about the trip.   I was so freaking happy.

That is until I noticed my mom was watching me and actually crying.   I stopped in my tracks and asked her what was wrong.

“Well, I’m just so glad to see you so happy Max.  But….,” she replied before breaking into sobs.

I went up to her and hugged her.  “But what mom? I AM happy.  SOOO happy.  What’s wrong?”

It took her a bit to compose herself.  “It’s just that…that… I know you are happy with all you do with Craig and Cam and all your other friends.  I just wish I was a bigger part of your happiness.  We never hang out anymore.”

“Oh,” I said, slumping.  I kind of got what she meant and it felt like I had a rock in my stomach all of a sudden.   Mom and I really hadn’t done much together in the way of fun for months and when we are both home I am usually up in my room.  I’d been letting Craig and Cam be my “fun friends” and Mom was being, well just a mom.  I felt really shitty.  I threw myself into her lap and gave her a big hug.  “We need to do something fun then, Mom, soon!  OK?”

“I’d like that Max,” she replied, drying her tears.

“Good.  Next weekend we can do something on Saturday.  I think.  Hold on.” I had to go check the schedule Craig had given me and make sure we didn’t have one of the scuba lessons on Saturday.  I found the paper and saw the first class was Thursday for an hour and then again on Sunday for two hours.  So Saturday was open.   “Saturday is good Mom!  YOU pick what we do ok?  Anything you want.”

She got up and came and gave me a big hug and kissed me on the head.  “You’re the best son a mom could ask for Max.   I love you so much.  Sorry if my crying ruined your birthday.”

“I love you too mom.  And it’s fine mom, I understand.”  I let her hug me for a while before slipping up to my room.

***

I’d been polite while Craig and his wife were at my house and left my phone upstairs in my room.  When I got back to it, I had a ton of notifications from Cam and Noah.   Cam was dying to find out what the surprise was and Noah was dying to know if I liked it (since he already knew what it was).

Speaking of Noah, when Craig was here he pulled me aside and asked me if everything was cool between us.  I told him it was and that Noah had texted me but I didn’t really understand what he was talking about when he mentioned something about a dream.  Craig told me that he knew, but I’d have to ask Noah myself, but I should wait to do it in person.  Craig did tell me one other thing.   “Max,” Craig he said, “Noah wouldn’t want me to tell you this, but one of the things he told me is that he really misses spending time with you.   He thinks you and Cam are going to be together non-stop and he feels a little left out, like you’ve kind of dumped him as a best friend.”  I started to argue with Craig that Noah was being dumb, but I stopped myself, because deep down I knew he was right.   Since Cam and I started dating 3 months and 4 days ago, I haven’t done very much with Noah.   I needed to find time for him too, along with my Mom.   Craig telling me about Noah earlier had started me thinking a little, but my Mom’s crying really opened my eyes that I hadn’t been a very good son to her or a very good friend to Noah.

I had all that on my mind as I walked up stairs and caught up on the messages on my phone.   Reading Noah’s texts immediately really hit the point home. He was trying so hard to be involved with me, but I hadn’t been including him.   I was really getting down on myself for having blown Noah off the past few months.   I thought back to how things were before I met Craig and became Cam’s boyfriend.   Noah and I would facetime all the time – at least several times a week.   And we hung out together.   I realized that it hadn’t been anything like that for weeks now and I felt guilty.  I knew I needed to set things right with Noah in addition to my mom.

So, I decided I would call Noah before calling Cam.   And I called him, not just texted, which is kind of a strange thing for a 13 year old to do.  Wait, I mean for a 14 year old to do.  

“Wassup?” he answered when I dialed him.  “So are you completely fucking jazzed about Mexico or what?”

“Oh shit Noah! You don’t even know man!   It’s going to be so awesome.”

“For sure, I wish I was going too.  Craig is so fun at the beach.  You’ll have a blast.”  Noah had been to Florida with Craig – their families have vacationed together a lot.

“Yeah, I can’t wait.”  I was almost feeling bad that I was going with Craig.  Maybe I was taking away a chance for Noah’s to be with them.

“So is Cam as jealous of you going to Mexico as I am?” he asked.

“I haven’t told him yet.  I called you first,” I replied.  I also realized as I told him that it might make Noah feel good that I put him in front of Cam for a change.

“Really?” he asked. The surprise in his voice obvious.

“Yeah dude.  I’ll call him in a bit, but I can guarantee you he’s going to be jelly too.  He’ll be bored to death with me gone.”  Then I had an idea.  “Hey, maybe you guys can hang out some while I’m gone so you aren’t both bored.”

“You think he would?” Noah asked.  “You know I wouldn’t do all the same things you do with him, right?”

“Huh?” I asked.   I was waiting for Noah to explain but he just started laughing.  Then I realized what he was getting at.  “Oh geez! Fuck me!  I’m so stupid sometimes.”

“I was trying to make a joke you dip,” he blurted out.   “Hey can we hang out this week?”

“Sure, like when?” I suddenly remembered Cam and I had plans for him to let me be the first to fuck him.   I had a sinking feeling in my gut, as I realized that I should have talked to Cam first maybe to know what our plans were.  It would suck to make plans with Noah and then have to turn Cam down if he wanted to get together at the same time, and I couldn’t make plans with Noah and bail.  Not after what Craig had told me.

“I dunno.  How about tomorrow?” he suggested.  “You can spend the night even.  Jackson has basketball camp at the high school all afternoon.   You can come over in the morning and we can have the place to ourselves and then you can crash here if you want.”

“Cool.  Cool.   Let me make sure it’s cool with my mom ok?”

“Yeah, I better ask too.”

***

I didn’t ask my mom right away.  I wanted to call Cam first and make sure he wasn’t planning something for Monday.   Cam answered before I even heard it rang.

“Sooooooooo??” he asked.

“Holy shit Cam!   Craig is taking me to fucking Mexico.  And I’m doing scuba lessons here before we go too.  Can you effin’ believe it?”

“Shit dude!  You are so lucky.   I wish I was going.  A whole week on the beach!  With Craig!  Fuuuuuuuuuck!   Do you think he wears speedos?  He’d be so hot in one of those.”  Oh god.  I hadn’t even thought about that as a possibility.  Craig would be sexy in one.   It just dawned on me I’d be sharing a room with him, probably watching him get dressed every day.   The idea of that suddenly had me a little excited.  

“I dunno man.  Maybe.  So, we’re going to get together this week right?”

“What Max?  You hot for me to give you that special present?” he replied, teasing me.

“Well, I think I’m the one doing the giving right?” I retorted with a snort.  “But yeah, dude, I can’t wait, especially after we didn’t get to finish our fun on Friday.”

“Ha!  True.  I was thinking Tuesday.   Mom can take us to the gym and bring us home and then she has a bunch of meetings that afternoon.  And dad is out of town. So we can do stuff.”   That was an awesome plan.  It would allow me to spend Monday with Noah and then Tuesday with Cam!   The only downside is that I would be leaving my mom alone for two days in a row and I kinda felt bad about that, but I told myself I would call her.  Then I had a better idea – maybe mom could meet me and Noah’s family for dinner on Monday.  She hadn’t hung out with Noah’s mom for a while and they are besties.

A few texts later, I had it all set up.  It was going to be a great week.

***

Jackson sent me a text the next morning about 10:00 to see if I was ready to go.  I had arranged for him to come get me.   I had already showered and had just finished putting all my clothes for the next couple days in a large gym bag.   I grabbed my deodorant, toothbrush and toothpaste and headed down to the kitchen.   As I was coming down the stairs, I suddenly remembered the planned ‘activity’ at Cam’s on Tuesday.   I went back up and put the bottle of lube and a strip of four rubbers in my bag under my clothes.  Jackson must have driven really fast because he was already pulling into my driveway by the time I finally got downstairs. 

It was really cool having Jackson able to drive.   He had just gotten his license a few weeks before and despite the fact he had a serious lead foot, he drove pretty well.   It was nice having someone to drive us places that wasn’t a parent.   I was kind of surprised when I walked up to the car and saw it was just Jackson.  I expected Noah to come along.   “Where’s Noah?” I asked as I climbed into the passenger seat.

“He was still out cold.  The dumbfuck was up late.  REALLY late.  His light was on and I heard him moving around at like 3:15 in the morning.   He was probably binging on Fortnite….. No wait, actually he was  probably watching porn.”

“Ha, yeah, right, sure,” I answered with a slight chuckle.   Noah had never mentioned anything about porn to me and we did try once at his house to look at some, but his parents had that blocked.

“No.  Really dude,” Jackson replied.  “Like we got a new router last week and none of that blocking shit is on our wi-fi anymore.   I figured it out by accident when I was searching something for biology.  I probably shouldn’t have told Noah on Saturday when I picked him up from your house.  I swear to god he’s gonna rub his fucking dick off.  He’s been locked in his room ever since Saturday afternoon.”

***

Noah had apparently managed to get himself out of bed while Jackson was gone because he was sitting at their kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal when we came in from the garage.  He looked disheveled though.  He was just wearing an old t-shirt and underwear and his brown hair was going every which direction.  He was watching a video of some sort on his phone while he spooned up his breakfast.

“Yo,” I said as I walked in.  “What’s up?”

Jackson interrupted before Noah could answer me.  “Still got your nose in the porn Noah?”

“Shut the F up Jackson,” he told his brother spitefully.  “It’s just a fucking you tube video.   I wouldn’t watch that down here.  Jesus!”

“Well,” Jackson answered, “you two homos have fun.  I’m going over to Casey’s and then to camp.  I’ll be back about 4.”  The door to the garage slammed shut behind him.

“He’s such an ass sometimes,” Noah commented once Jackson was out of earshot. 

“Yeah, but he’s an ass that can drive,” I reminded him, to which he agreed.

***

“Let’s go upstairs to my room,” Noah suggested as he dropped his bowl into the kitchen sink.  “I need to shower and you can play x-box or whatever.”

When I walked into Noah’s room, I couldn’t help but to think of what Jackson had told me about Noah being locked away in there jerking off the past two days.   Maybe it was the power of Jackson’s suggestion, but I swear to fucking god the room smelled like cum and sex.  Something about the smell reminded me of the way my room smelled right after Cam and I fucked Spencer.   I couldn’t help but to imagine Noah lying on his bed, flailing away on his rock hard cock.  

“I won’t be long,” Noah said as he pulled off his t-shirt and tossed it atop the pile of clothes on the floor.     As he closed his bathroom door behind him, I wondered to myself if any of those other dirty clothes were crusty with Noah’s cum.   Is he like me?  Does he use dirty t-shirts to clean up when he wanks?

I tried to play x-box but my mind just really wasn’t focused on it.  Thoughts of Noah jerking off to porn had me distracted, but oddly it was more a matter of being curious than it was being turned on.  I wondered what kind of porn he watched.  Did he use lube?  What kind?  How much had his dick grown since we jerked off together a few months back?  But what was really on my mind Noah’s text from Saturday night when he apologized about being quiet that morning.   He mentioned something about a dream that I couldn’t figure out.  Craig had also told me about him being jealous of the time I was spending with Cam.  I wanted to talk about that with him and tell him I was sorry and all and also get the scoop on this dream stuff.  The hard part was figuring out how to bring it up.  I was trying to figure out a way to start that conversation.

 ***

Noah came out of his bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.  One hand was holding the towel in place and the other held his dirty underwear in his hand.   “Ahhh, THAT woke me up,” he commented as he walked across the room to his dresser, depositing his dirty underwear on the pile on the way.   I tried not to look as he pulled out a new pair of underwear and pulled them over his feet.   It’s not like we hadn’t seen each other naked a kazillion times over the years, but after Saturday and Noah now knowing that I was gay, I didn’t want him to think I was perving on him or something.   I still managed to catch a glimpse of his butt in the mirror as he pulled the black trunks over his smooth round ass.  

He threw on a t-shirt and plopped down on the bed beside me.  “You doing worth a fuck?” he asked looking at the TV.  I was glad he was still comfortable being around me in just his underwear.  I thought maybe the past weekend changed that.

“Nah.  I’m not really into playing video games right now for some reason,” I replied.  I was hoping he would ask why not and maybe I could start talking about the things on my mind.

“Yeah,” he murmured.  “We can do whatever.   Shoot hoops maybe or play ping pong?  Or pool maybe?  I’m just glad you still wanted to come over after I was such a dick on Saturday.”  He put a hand on my shoulder and gave it a squeeze.  It was more affection that Noah normally shows.  I was personally glad he brought it up though, because now I didn’t have to think of a way to start the conversation.

“Yeah, well I do wanna know what the hell was up with that,” I told him.   “But first, I want to tell you I’m sorry too,” I said turning to him. 

His face showed a bit of surprise.  “Sorry for what?” he asked.

“Well, I know I haven’t been a very good friend to you lately.   I mean it’s been kind of crazy with gymnastics and the crap with my dad and then I got with Cam and also started doing stuff with Craig.   I guess I didn’t realize how little we were talking and doing stuff.   I’d been kind of doing that with my mom too and she was crying about it last night.   That kind of made me clue in.  Know what I mean?”

“Yeah.  And thanks.  But it’s cool.  I mean I know you had a lot of shit to deal with. But can PLEASE we try to start hanging out more again?  I’m so fucking bored.”    

“Of course dude.  We’ve been friends way too long right?  I mean since preschool and shit, right?”  He nodded.  “You can hang out with Cam and I some too.   He totally thinks you’re cool too you know.”

“OK, yeah.   Well, as long as you guys promise not to …well you know.”   I assumed he was talking about us getting nasty.

“Don’t worry Noah.   We’ll be better.  That was a one time fuck up, I promise.”

“Sweet!” he replied.

“Now,” I said nervously.   “What the hell was bothering you Saturday morning anyway?”

Noah took a deep breath.  “Oh god,” he sighed.  “You really wanna know?”

“Well yeah!” I said.  “Of course!”

I could tell he was a little anxious to explain.  After a few moments of silence he finally started talking.  “Well it was a bunch of things actually.   First, I had a god damn wet dream that night.  I woke up in the middle of the night right after I jizzed with my underwear all sticky.   I was all worried I messed up your futon, but I didn’t.  So I was sitting at your kitchen table commando.  THAT was awkward as fuck.”

“You really had a wet dream?” I asked him.  “I still haven’t had one!”

“Really?” he asked.  “I’ve had two now already.”

“Wow.  OK.   I can see how that could be embarrassing.  But you seemed upset about something too.”

“Yeah, I was but I was just being stupid.”  Noah bit his lip.  I could tell he was nervous and maybe didn’t want to tell me the rest.

“Stupid how?” I probed

He stammered a bit.   “Well, when I went to the bathroom to clean up I saw you and Cam nestled together in your bed.   And well, this is stupid, but it made me kind of hate Cam.  I was thinking about us not doing much lately and I was blaming him.   When I went back to bed I was really frustrated and I stayed up for a long time thinking about stuff.”

“About what?  You weren’t going to kill Cam in his sleep were you?”  I was trying to joke to lighten the mood.

“No.  Actually I was sitting up worried I might be gay too,” he blurted out.  My jaw dropped open.  He could see the surprise on my face.  “Not that there’s anything wrong with that, really,” he added realizing he might have offended me.  I think he could see I was about to break into laughter.  “Don’t laugh, I really was.”

“Noah my dude,” I said grinning.  “You’re like the straightest guy I know.  What would make you think you’re gay?  And don’t sweat it, I know what you mean.  I get it.  TRUST me.  There’s a lot to worry about with being gay.  Keeping it a secret, telling your parents, all that.”

“Yeah, that’s what I meant.   And, yeah I think I know for sure I’m not gay… NOW.  But a bunch of things had me worried THEN.”

“Like what?”  I couldn’t figure out what could possibly have been making him ever think he was gay.

“Well… for one, both of my wet dreams were about YOU.”

This was a surprise to me not just because Noah dreamed about me, but also because I never realized you actually had a dream when you had a wet dream.  That was something they never told us in those 5th grade films.    “ME?  And wait! Hold on! You really have a dream with a wet dream?” 

“Well, yeah,” he answered, looking at me like I was clueless.   “Duh!  A sexy dream usually too.  That’s what Craig told me.  Or at least a dream that’s really intense.”

“So you dreamed about me?  Sexy like? TWICE?”

“Yeah, both times,” he admitted, looking down.  “Do you remember that time last year when we jerked off together and you showed me how you could shoot sperms?”

“Yeah, of course.  That was kind of fun,” I said with a grin and a chuckle.  

He rolled his eyes at me before explaining.  “Well, in my first dream we were doing that all over again.   Except we were lying on my pool table and those possessed animals from Pet Sematary, you know the movie, were trying to get us.  I think you thought you could shoot them with your sperms to kill them.  It was weird as fuck.”

That was weird, but dreams can be. I knew from my own weird ones.  “I’ll say Noah.  But it’s kind of funny too,” I replied.   I stood up and took my hand and pretended to be jerking off and started making laser gun noises.  “Pew, Pew, Pew,” I said as I waved my hips around pretending to shoot in different directions as I made the jerk off motions.   Noah cracked up.   “OK,” I said after we finally stopped laughing.  “What was the last dream about?”

“Well,” he started before stopping.  I could tell he was a little nervous again, or ashamed… or maybe both.   “It was you and I doing what I saw you and Cam doing when I came out of the shower.”

“You dreamed you were sucking my dick?”

“NO!” he exclaimed, correcting me.  “I dreamed you were sucking MINE.   And then after I cleaned up, you know from the dream, I was thinking about that and wondering what it feels like having your dick sucked and I totally boned up again.”

“So THAT’S what had you worried about being gay?” I waved my hand at him.  “I don’t think that means much of anything.  My dick gets hard if wind blows up my shorts.”

That made Noah laugh.  “I know what you mean dude.  I swear I get boned sometimes in school for no reason.”

“Same,” I laughed.

“But I’m cool now.  I talked with Craig about it all.   He cornered me Saturday and told me you were freaking out and so we talked about it all.   He reminded me people dream about whatever is on their minds when they crash, so not to put much meaning into it.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” I added.   “Craig’s awesome like that.  I swear it’s like I can tell him anything.”

“Right.  Well, it seems like you do tell him almost everything Max.”

“Well, yeah I do actually.  Almost, anyway.  I totally trust him.  I mean he’s the first person I really told I was gay.”

“Yeah, he told me about that.  Did you really tell us all you wanted a boyfriend at new years? Shit, I didn’t even realize you said that.”

“I didn’t mean to say that, it just slipped out.   Thank god nobody really heard it.   Well accept Craig, and man that turned out really well.”

“Yeah for sure.  Well thanks for not holding a grudge and stuff about Saturday,” Noah replied.  It appeared he was ready to wind the conversation down.

“No problem.  And thanks for telling me about wet dream dreams.  I almost want to stop jerking off and stuff to see what I dream about.  Maybe I’d dream about a girl even?”

That made Noah laugh.  “Well, I won’t be having one anytime soon,” Noah quipped.  It reminded me of what Jackson had said about Noah being locked away in his room.

“So you really have been jerking off a lot, huh?”

“How’d you know?”

“Jackson told me.  He said your rents dropped the filter on your wi-fi and that you’d been locked away in your room ever since wanking away.”

“GOD DAMN THAT FUCKER!” Noah yelled, clearly annoyed with his older brother.  “I haven’t been JUST doing that.  I have played x-box too.   A little.  And besides, I hear him fapping in the shower every fucking morning.”   Noah’s bed was up against wall that had the shower on the other side.  He probably could hear Jackson, though I didn’t think he was being serious.  It seemed like the kind of thing you’d say just to get even.

“So you have been watching porn then,” I replied with a laugh. “Is that how you know you’re not gay now?”

“Yeah.  Pretty much.  I tried watching some gay porn to see if it did anything for me and it really didn’t.   Well, lesbo porn did, but not dudes.”

“I told you you were the straightest dude I knew Noah.”

“Yeah, but dude, there’s something even better than porn.”

“Well duh, I know!”  Doing stuff with Cam was better than any porn.  So was doing stuff with Spencer and even Ian.

Noah shook his head.  “No, not that!!!  I mean the real thing is better than porn, obviously.  But I meant there’s something better than just watching porn.”

“Like what?”

“Like camming.”

“You mean like facetiming?  Who the hell are you facetiming with?”

“Not facetiming, and nobody I actually know.  You heard of Omegle?”

“No, what’s that?”  I had never heard of it.

“It’s this website that links you up with random people on cam.   I was fooling around on there and found this girl who was fucking hot.  She wanted me to show her my dick!”

“And you did?”  What happened to the shy Noah I thought I knew I thought to myself?

“Yeah, duh!  And she showed me her pussy.  It was so fucking hot.”  

“Damn Noah.  I would have thought you’d been too shy to do something like that.”

“Meh.  It’s a stranger, so like who cares.   I’ve done it with two girls now.  Don’t you and Cam ever do that kind of stuff?”

“Yeah, of course.  We’ve sent pics and stuff on Snapchat and facetime some.  But I KNOW Cam and I know he’s not recording it or sharing it around.  What if this chick is recording you?”

“Damn.  I never even thought of that.  I don’t think these girls would do that.  They were nice.  Just horny like me.  You wanna see?”

“What do you mean?  Right now?”

“Nah, look.”  Noah opened up his laptop and showed me a picture.  It was a screen shot of this Omegle site.  It had two windows on the left side showing cams and then a conversation in the middle.  A girl, about our age was lying on the floor rubbing her hairy pussy.   In Noah’s cam, he was just watching, shirtless.

“Damn dude.  She looks horny.  But are you SURE she didn’t record you?”

“Why?”

“Well, you took a picture of HER.  Maybe she did the same to YOU.  That is if it is even a girl”

“What do you mean?  She’s obviously a girl.  Look!,” he said pointing at the picture.  “Are you retarded?”

“No, dude.  Listen.  Craig warned me about stuff like that on the internet.  He said you can fake stuff like that with videos and stuff.  He said pervs do it to get kids on cam and then record them and share the videos with all their pervy friends.”

A look of alarm came across Noah’s face.  “SHIT!  I am so fucking stupid.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it.  But dude I’d be careful and make sure the chick is real, ya know?”

“Yeah.   I was going to see if you wanted to go on that site with me later.   Girls would strip instantly for you Max with your muscles and stuff.  But now you got me freaked.”

“Yeah, I’ll pass.  Seem’s kinda risky.   I’ll stick to the real thing I think.”

Noah slammed the laptop cover down. “Yeah.  So you wanna go to the basement and play ping pong or pool?”

***

We played a couple games of ping pong – Noah won both, and we had moved on to playing pool.   I was lining up to take a shot, when Noah asked me something.  “So Max, what does it feel like anyway.”

I lifted the cue and abandoned my shot.  “What does what feel like?”

“You know.  A blow job?  Does it feel good or what?”

I knew he was wondering what it felt like to get sucked, but I decided to be a smart ass.   “Well, it feels like you have a dick in your mouth.”

“No! I mean what does it feel like to GET one dumbass!”

“I know what you meant.  I was just teasing.”  I thought for a minute how to explain it.  “Well,” I said.  “You know how good it feels just to wake up with a boner and jerk off, right?”

“Yeahhhh,” he answered, not sure what I was getting at.

I continued.  “Well, you know how much better it feels when you do it in the shower with soap or with some lotion or lube or something?”

“Yeah lotion is sweet,” Noah agreed.

“Well, getting sucked is like 5 times better than the lotion.”

“No shit? Really?”

“Yeah,” I replied.  “Really!  I could show you if you want,” I suggested.  I didn’t think he’d really be interested in me sucking his dick, but hey it never hurts to ask.

He laughed.  “What do you mean show me?  You mean like you’d actually blow me?”

I shrugged.  “If you wanted me to.  It’s no big deal.”

I could tell he was shocked. “But wouldn’t Cam be mad?  Like you’d be cheating on him or something?” he asked.

“Nah, it’s not like that.  He wouldn’t care.  Actually if he were here he’d probably push me out of the way to do it to you first.”   Noah’s eyes bulged, clearly in shock.   I figured I better explain.  “You see, when Cam and I do stuff, it’s special like, because were boyfriends and all.  But we don’t care if we do stuff with other boys as long as it’s just for fun, AND we don’t try to hide it.”

Noah’s mouth was open.   “So, so, so,” he stuttered, “you’ve done stuff with other guys too?”

“Yeah, well you and I jerked off together, remember?”

“Oh yeah, but I really wasn’t counting that.  I meant other stuff.”

I told him all about Spencer and Ian, who he knew from my laser tag birthday party.  I told him that we messed around and did stuff on our trip to Madison.  I didn’t tell him about fucking Spencer, I didn’t think he was quite ready for that, but I told him all about exchanging blow jobs and about how Spencer was uncut.

“Uncut?  What’s that?” he asked.   I guess Noah hadn’t seen someone with an uncircumcised cock yet.

I explained it to him best I could, but he had a puzzled look on his face still.  “I’ll show you some pictures or something later.    But…um…so…do you want me to show you or what?”

Noah looked at me in silence.  I could tell he was sorting things out.   Obviously a part of him wanted to do it, or he would have said ‘no’ right off.   Finally he spoke.  “I mean I don’t really want to do it back to you though.”  Ah! So he was worried he would have to return the favor. That was his hang-up.

“You don’t have to.   I’ll just do it to you so you can see what it feels like.  I’ll stop anytime you want me to, ok?”  At this point, I really wanted to suck Noah’s cock.  I remember it being thick when I saw it last.  I wanted to see it again to see how much it might have grown.  

“Right here?”

“Well, not on the pool table Noah.  That’s only for your dreams.  Maybe on the couch?”

“O-O-O-Okay,” he replied nervously.

“C’mon,” I said smiling.   He walked past me and flopped onto the couch.   I sat next to him.  “You’re, um, going to have to take these off,” I said, tugging on his grey Under Armor shorts.

“I’m nervous,” he admitted as he pushed his shorts off and kicked them on the floor.  Despite being nervous, he was also excited.  The bulge in his black trunks was noticeable, more so than when we were in his room just talking earlier.

“Here, I’ll help you with these, ok,” I said.

“Okay,” me murmured and leaned into the corner of the couch.  As I gripped his waistband of his trunks, he arched his hips off the cushion to allow me to slide them off.

“Oh Jesus,” he said, covering his eyes.   It was a way to hide his embarrassment.   I got my first look at Noah’s dick since last year when we jerked off.  It seemed a lot bigger than I remembered and he was already mostly hard.   He had a thick brown bush above his pole, but his balls were still hairless.   His dick was about as long as Cam’s, but it appeared a lot thicker.   As I took it the view of my best friends cock, it was twitching and with each pulse of blood, was slowly moving further and further up onto his hip towards his belly button.   After a few more pulses, it was fully boned, arching into the air.   I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock.   Noah moaned.  “Oh shit.”

There was no doubt he was thicker than both Cam and I. I could tell that from just from my first grip.   His shaft was thickest at the bottom but narrowed slightly as it went up and was capped by a head that was slightly smaller still.   That was different than Cam or I.   We both had narrow shafts with bigger heads on top.   So did Spencer and Ian for that matter.

“Damn dude.  Your dick is really thick.   Chicks are going to dig that stretching open their pussies,” I told him.

“Really?” he asked. 

“It’s thicker than anyone else I’ve felt,” I told him.  He smiled.

I leaned in towards his boner.  I stopped just short and looked up at him. I wanted to make sure he was ok doing this still.   His head was thrown back and his eyes were closed.   I didn’t think that was any sort of objection.

I gathered some saliva on my tongue and licked up the shaft of Noah’s cock until I reached the head and gathered it into my mouth, gently sucking and swirling my tongue across his sensitive head.

“Oh FUCK!” he yelled and arched into me.  “That’s…oh fuck…. damn… feels amazing Max.”

I couldn’t help by to smile at my friend’s reaction.   And I had only just begun.  I tongued away at his head, eventually splitting open his piss hole with my tongue, eliciting more moans from Noah.  I pulled his cock towards me, well as least as much as I could.  It was hard as steel.  I scooted closer to him and leaned over and slowly worked my mouth onto his cock further and further until my nose pressed up against his pubes and his cock tickled the back of my throat.

“God damn!” he exclaimed.   I bobbed up and down a couple times before letting his cock slip from my mouth to catch my breath.

I couldn’t resist teasing Noah a bit. “Is that enough or you want me to go on a little more?”  By his reactions, I knew there was no way he wanted me stop.

“No, yes,” he cried out urgently.  “I mean, yes go on.   Does my dick taste bad?”

I found his question kind of funny.  It reminded me of how I was worried back in Madison about Cam’s dick tasting bad.   “Lick your arm Noah,” I told him, just like Craig had told me.

“Huh?”

“Do it.”  Noah licked his arm and looked at me trying to understand.

“Your dick don’t taste any different, especially after you just showered.  Tastes a like soap actually, but really like nothing.”

“Oh” he mumbled as I took his cock back into my mouth.   I washed his head with my tongue and gently sucked, getting a few drops of sweet pre-cum.   I let it go and slowly worked down his shaft to his smooth balls and gently rolled each one in my mouth.  “Oh my god,” he mumbled. I looked up at him.  His eyes were closed shut.  I wasn’t sure if he was imagining that someone else was doing this to him or if he was just trying not to look and remind him that his best friend was sucking him.

I went back to work on his cock, taking it as deep as I could. He arched his hips into me.  I bobbed up and down for what seemed like an eternity, matching the rhythm of his subtle thrusts.  I was actually impressed with how long he was lasting, recalling how fast I came the first time Cam sucked me.  Well, hell, for that matter Noah had lasted longer than the last time Cam sucked me too.

I decided to play with his balls, gently tugging and massaging them, the loose round nuggets squishing around in his loose smooth sack.   I had a couple of Noah’s pubes in my mouth but I kept going.   I had forgotten what that was like.  Cam and I had been shaved for several weeks and we hadn’t had to deal with hair.

I could tell Noah was getting closer.  At least I hoped he was.  My mouth was actually getting sore.  His extra girth made a difference and my jaw was starting to ache.   I moved my hands below his balls and started to push against that area below his balls and above his hole.   He arched further, driving his cock into me.   For the first time I felt his hands on my head, pressing me down.  He started bucking into me.  I could tell he had totally lost control and was succumbing to his body’s desperate need to cum.

He was grunting with every thrust.  “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit,” he exclaimed.  I knew he was coming soon.   I could feel his balls pull up into his body.  His hands suddenly left my head.  “Max!” he yelled.  “I’m about to…” and then he blew.   He must have expected me to release his cock or something.  Only a straight boy would think that.  His cock spasmed and a squirt of warm cum surrounded the head of cock and coated my tongue. I sucked it down and kept licking as two more little bits of boy juice filled my mouth.

“Stop, stop,” he yelled as he pushed me away from his cock.   I let it slide from my mouth.   His wet cock fell onto his belly where another drop of cum oozed from the tip.  “It was too sensitive.”

“I know that feeling,” I replied, smiling, as I picked a couple of Noah’s pubic hairs off my tongue.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbled.

“About what?”

“You know.  Shooting in your mouth.”

I chuckled.  “I don’t mind.” To prove it I picked up his shrinking cock and licked the drop of cum from the tip and gave it a gentle suck to get a bit more.   “I’ve kind of grown to like it.”

“Gross!” he said.  I shrugged. 

“If you were gay you might not find it so gross.”

“I suppose.”

“Now these hairs though!” I complained, wiping another from tongue.

“Sorry,” he said as he retrieved his underwear from the floor.   “Doesn’t Cam have hairs?”

“We shave,” I told him in a rather matter of fact tone.

“Really? For real?”

“Yep.  I hear girls even like that too.   Keep that in mind when you get a girlfriend,” I joked.

“Yeah, a shaved pussy is hot as fuck too,” he commented.  He must have seen it in porn.

He pulled on his shorts.  “So,” I asked.  “Was it 5x better than jerking off like I said?”

“No,” he smiled.  “10. If it was a hot girl, probably 20.”

“You had your eyes closed the whole time.  Were you imagining it was someone else doing it by chance?”

“How’d you know that?”

“Lucky guess.  So who was it?”

Noah blushed.  “Nobody!”  I could tell by the speed of his denial that he was lying.

I jumped and grabbed him and pulled him back onto the couch.  I started tickling him, holding him down.  “Nobody my ass!  Out with it Noah.  The chick from Omegle?”

“No!” he yelled.  I ticked him some more.  He writhed in my grip but couldn’t get away.  I was a lot stronger than him, so he had no chance.

“Then who?  Tell me,” I commanded as I assaulted his armpits.

“Ashley Richardson,” he finally yelled.

I let him up.  I knew Ashley Richardson from school.  She was cute, but in a subtle way.  Not over top hot, like the popular snotty cheerleader types.  She wasn’t the first girl I would have thought Noah would fantasize about, but she wasn’t bad either.  “Ashley Richardson, huh?”

“Yeah.  She was in my science class and sat in the next row over.   When she leans over sometimes I can see her bra and it gets me horny.”

“Yeah, and she’s nice too.  Not stuck up and stuff.  She’s always been nice to me.”

“Yeah exactly.”

“You should ask her out or something.”

“No way.  She might say no.”

“She might say yes.  You’re a cool dude Noah.  And if she knew you had a super thick dick she definitely would.”

“Ha, ha, very funny,” he said sarcastically.  

“Joking.  But dude, seriously.   Girls are going to love how thick your dick is.   AND that you don’t come very fast.”

“What do you mean by that?” he asked, perplexed.

“I mean the first time Cam sucked me I blew my load in like 30 seconds and dude, you took like almost 10 minutes or something.” 

A smile cracked across his face.   “Is that good?  To take a while?”

“Well yeah!  It means you can fuck longer, right?”

“I might not last as long if it was a girl sucking me though,” he said.

“No, you’d last even longer,” I said.  He looked at me confused.  “Dude, I guarantee you Ashley Richardson isn’t as good as sucking dick as I am.”

Noah laughed.  “True.  YET!”

***

We moved on from the sexual bliss of the basement and opted to go outside and play basketball.  A couple of Noah’s neighbors came over and we had a bunch of games of two on two before Jackson eventually came home with a friend and made it 3 on 3.

My mom arrived at their house about the same time as Noah’s parents.   We were all going out to eat together.   Noah’s mom was a little annoyed that we were all hot and sweaty.  “Jesus, you guys need to shower before we go anywhere.”

We headed up to Noah’s room, just behind Jackson.   “Ok if I shower first?” Jackson asked.  “I’m like really gross from camp and stuff.”  Noah told him to go ahead but not to take too long because I needed to shower too.  Noah grabbed some clean underwear and headed off to use his parent’s shower.  I lay on Noah’s bed, relaxing and waiting for Jackson to get done so I could get cleaned up. 

I never realized just how well you could hear the sounds from the shower in Noah’s room.   The sound of the water hitting the wall and Jackson’s body were unmistakable. I could hear the squeaking sounds of Jackson’s feet against the tub as he moved around.   I was actually starting to wonder how hairy Jackson had gotten, now that he had shot up.   I was trying to remember how old he was the last time I saw him naked.   I think it was when he was a freshman and he was still quite short, not yet into puberty at all.  He was hairless down below, that much I know because I remember being amazed that someone in high school could still be hairless.  He’s not hairless now of course.  When puberty hit for him, it hit fast.  He shot up and grew underarm hair all in a matter of a few months.  He was shaving his upper lip a couple months after that.

I realized that thinking about Jackson’s dick was making my own stiffen.  I gently reached into my trunks and gave my cock a few tugs.  I almost felt myself cum immediately.   I hadn’t thought about it, but I realized then that I hadn’t ejaculated for several days, which like never happens.   And the brief play with Cam on Friday followed by today’s action with Noah really had me horny.  

Apparently Jackson needed a release as well.   I almost started laughing when I heard a new sound from the bathroom. It was the unmistakable sound a wet cock being spanked. Quick sounds of fap fap fap fap fap…  it went on for just about a minute and then I swear I heard Jackson grunt.  I could have been imagining that, but I don’t think so.   All the time I though Noah was just joking about hearing Jackson beating off in the shower, but apparently he was serious!

The shower shut off soon after and I sat up on the bed.   Jackson opened the door a bit later and peeked his head around, using the door to shield his naked body.   It took all my strength not to laugh or grin at him.  I really didn’t want him to know I heard him wanking.   Though part of me thought that someone should really tell him Noah could hear him.   Or maybe he knows and just doesn’t give a fuck.

When I got out of the shower, Noah was back and dressed.  I told him all about what I heard.  “I told ya dude,” he replied.  “It’s gross.”

I shrugged.  “It was kinda funny to be honest.”

***

We had a great dinner at this tapas place and I could tell my mom was really happy to be out with the Reeds and me.   We were all laughing and talked about some of the fun stuff we done in years past.  Noah thought it would be a good time to ask my mom about this trip to Europe next summer. Unfortunately, she made it clear there was no way we could afford it, and then kind of put a damper on the good times, but just for a bit.

We played some games when we got back and surprisingly, ended up in bed just after 10, which for a summer sleepover is absurd, but we were both tired.   As has been our norm for several years, we both just stripped to our underwear and climbed into Noah’s queen size bed.  It is how we had slept at Noah’s forever.  Well at least since we both gave up pajamas back around age 8.  We didn’t actually go to sleep right away though, we started talking.

Noah brought up the Europe trip again.  “Dude, sorry man, but there’s just no way we can afford it.   With my dad gone, we just don’t have the money,” I tried to explain.

“There is a way Max,” Noah told me.  “Maybe Craig will help pay your way.”

“Man, no.  I couldn’t ask him to do that.  He’s already taking me to Mexico. That would be like, gifting a horse in the mouth, or whatever.”

Noah laughed.  “You mean looking a gift horse in the mouth,” he said, shaking his head at me. 

“Yeah, you know what I mean.”

“Yeah but dude, Craig’s kinda loaded.   I heard them talking in the other room with my parents once.  His wife’s parents had a big ranch or something and left them like a ton of money when they died.  They don’t act super rich, but I am pretty sure he could afford to take you to on the trip.  Besides, I asked him if he would be a chaperone and he seemed really interested.  And I told him you should go too.”

My ears perked up at that.  I really hadn’t considered it being remotely possible.  I still felt bad about potentially asking Craig for that big of a favor though.   “That would be cool,” I told him, “but I dunno man.  I’d still feel kind of like a dick for asking.”

“I’ll talk to him about it ok.   Max, he loves you.  I can tell by the way he talks about you.   It’s like he’s your dad almost.”  I don’t know why, but Noah saying that made me get kinda choked up.  I turned away from Noah so he wouldn’t see that I was getting emotional.   I so wished Craig was my dad and just having Noah say that made me sad that he wasn’t, and could never be.   Noah must have noticed I was upset.  “Oh shit man, Max, I’m sorry dude.  I shouldn’t have said anything about a dad.”

I shook him off.  “It’s not that.   I’m fine Noah, really.”

“Ok, good,” he said, reaching over me and giving me a gentle hug from behind.   It felt nice.   “Sorry if I made you sad.”

“It’s ok.   Let’s just talk about something else, ok?”

We talked about school for a while and what we thought 8th grade would be like and who we wanted for teachers and who we thought were the biggest assholes and bitches in school.  He brought up Ashley Richardson again, hoping she would be in some of his classes again.  I pushed him again to ask her to a dance or something.

My eyelids were starting to feel heavy and I could tell by his frequent yawns that his probably were too.  Neither of us had said anything for a minute and I thought the conversation was about to die out.  I was about to roll over and go to sleep when Noah got my attention.

“Max?” he said.  I could tell he had a question.

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure”

“Um… I’m just curious.  Do you and Cam do more stuff beside just, you know, what we did earlier?”

“You mean like butt fucking?”

“Yeah, do you?”

“Not yet.  Well not with each other anyway,” I answered.

“Huh?  Not with each other anyway?  What the hell you mean by that?” he asked.

I rolled to him and sat up on my elbow.   “I probably shouldn’t blab this, but I trust you,” I told him.  Then I told him all about Ian and Spencer and Madison and the bet and how Ian eventually tried to fuck Spencer but couldn’t get it in.  Then I told him about Spencer spending the night at my house and Cam and I both doing him.

“Jesus.   Wasn’t that gross?” he wanted to know.

“We wore rubbers but honestly it didn’t seem gross, at least that time.”

“I don’t think I could ever do that,” Noah said, scrunching up his nose.

“Well, duh, cause your straight.  And I don’t think I could ever lick some girls hairy cunt,” I told him pushing him on his arm.

“Yum!  Raaawr,” he replied back to me.  We both laughed.   “Max?” he whispered.

“Has talking about this got you hard?”

“You mean like this?” I asked, throwing the covers back and pushing the waistband of my new AE trunks (the ones Craig got me) down to show Noah my boner.

“Whoaa!  You really did shave your pubes,” Noah observed.

“Yeah, nice and smooth.  Wanna feel it?”

Noah hesitated before finally reaching over and rubbing under my boner ever so briefly before pulling his hand back quickly, his fingers lightly brushing the underside of my hard cock.  I pulled my underwear back up.   “So I take it you got boned too.”

“Yeah, sorta.  I couldn’t help it.”  I could tell he was squeezing his dick under the comforter.   “Max?” he asked again, getting my attention.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think you could do it again?  What you did earlier.  In the basement.”  I looked at him, surprised.  I really thought the basement was a one-time thing.  He must have thought I might be mad.  “You don’t have to if you don’t wanna. It’s ok,” he quickly added, starting to roll over.

But my head was already diving under the covers.   I pulled him back over and pushed his hands away from his briefs and kissed his swollen cock through the material of his athletic underwear.  “Oh fuck,” he whispered.   I continued to trace the outline of his rod with my lips, feeling it thicken and stiffen slightly.   It was already getting hot under the covers so I pushed them off and leaned up, basking in the cooler air cascading over me thanks to Noah’s ceiling fan.  I grabbed his briefs by the sides and ripped them down, freeing his swollen cock.  It sprang to attention, pointing up in the air at a perfect 45 degree angle.   I took it back into my mouth and sucked.

For the second time in less than 10 hours I sucked off my best friend.  The boy who I was in preschool with for 3 years and with whom I’ve been best buds forever.   I don’t know if he did a better job of imagining Ashley Richardson this time or if he’d lost any apprehension about having me suck him, but he did manage to come a little faster this time.   It also probably helped that he humped my mouth harder than before.  But his cum was still just as sweet as it was in the afternoon.

His whole chest was covered in light perspiration when I finally pulled away from his pulsing cock, as a little more cum dribbled into his belly button.  I got up and got one of his dirty shirts and helped wipe him off.   “Thanks Max, that was fucking awesome.”

“No worries.  I actually don’t mind doing that you know.”

“Yeah, I know, but,”

“but what?”

“I kind of feel bad not doing it back.  But I don’t think I could.  Sorry.  Honest.”

“I don’t care Noah, really.  If I didn’t like doing it, I wouldn’t do it, ok? Sometimes Cam or I just like to make the other one blow. It’s kind of special.”

“Are you going to tell him about this?” Noah asked.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to. I mean that was our deal.  We could do stuff with other people but we shouldn’t keep it a secret.  Beside, like I said, he’d probably be jealous.”

“I guess that’s ok.  He won’t blab right?  To anyone else?”

“Nah, don’t worry dude.”

“Ok.  Good.”  He was silent for a while.  “What about Craig?”

“What about him?”

“You won’t tell him right? You said you tell him about everything.  I mean I think I would die if he knew.”

“Why?  He wouldn’t care.”

“I dunno. It’d just be weird.  Kind of like my parents knowing, or Jackson.  Please can you not tell him?” he begged.

“OK I won’t. Iffffff…”

“If what?”

“If you let me fuck your sweet little ass,” I replied, desperately trying not to laugh.  A look of absolute horror came over his face.  I burst out laughing, covering my mouth trying not to be too loud.  “Relax, man I’m just joking.”

Author’s Notes:

Is Noah really as straight as he acts?  Will he continue to ask Max to suck his dick?  Will Cam and Noah get a chance to hang out while Max is in Mexico?

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